Barbad farahani
Freitag, 17. September 2021
ich schreibe solange falsch bis jemand antwortet, dann schreibe ich wie brecht
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a very prominent guest says: I have seen the past days of the soul, I saw the images of your spirit in tears, I saw the chastity pure love caught in shadows at a time of blooming poem joy that was far from you. And I saw howling screaming the lily and star water lily complaining to lotus. You are right, lost directionless in this time will be the accusation! I found this stone in a stream, it stared at me among thousands of others. Her name is star, my star water Lily . immortalized on a green stone
In the 70s at the age of 24, my uncle DAVOOD bought a house with two floors and a yard in southern Tehran, through bookselling and antiques trading, his knowledge was unlimited, it started: he smokes opium, he smokes heroin, he is addicted , he is a bad person. Ultimately it was all because of this: no one in the family had a son like Davood. nobody is from our tribe. all were poor until the age of 50 or until today
Son of the bitch in Iran, has become an organizer too with the Iranian government, instead of reducing this fascist country to powder after 25 years of holocaust secret camera system, Iran blackmails Austria to continue the action. That is also the reason why I am alive, Dirty fucking luck in a dirty fucking miserable situation
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